It came unexpectedly.
Not invited, not wanted.
It entered through the back of my neck.
I've always tried to push you out, bitter guest.
I've practised hard for  many years.

Alright then, break the walls
but please, don't just drip, drip, drip.
I want you to rain, flow and destroy.

Beautiful Sadness

Ssh...
Be quiet
Be still

Here she comes
Draped in her secret splendor

I bow my head
I kiss your hand
I touch your feet

And I whisper:
Let's be friends, shall we?

Key

Have I Told You

Have I told you that I lost something but can't remember what it was and that two little birds were nesting on the roof across the street. I used to watch them sitting on the chimney... they didn't care about it all. So why should I, why?

Falling Flat

I wanted to write a letter
but the page was full.

Clumsy, wobbly words
stumbling across the paper,
competing for attention.
Falling flat.

Once upon a time
I had so much to say.

Swimmers

I wonder why I collect photographs of people swimming.
Ordinary bodies, colourful swimming costumes, unflattering caps.
Lots of water, of course.
Fascinating.

Clean

Going Back

Happiness

What Next

A Bad Poem

For all of you romantics out there.

Cannibals

The ugly little illustrated poem was ready to be taken out of the drawer.

A Snail

Black Bird

A butterfly came by today

I wrote this little poem two weeks ago and then yesterday a butterfly really did come flying in the kitchen while I was doing the dishes and thinking about something that is close to my heart. I have never seen it indoors and took it as a good sign.

Vintage Beauty Stall

The Mini Vintage Makeovers last week went well and it didn't rain. There seem to be a lot of interest for this style of make-up and hair in our little town. I got a lot of compliments and made some new connections. Plus I tried to speak Dutch to costumers. Very pleased with how it turned out.

Mini Vintage Makeovers

Next Sunday, September 11, I will be  at Mercado de Belcrum doing Mini Vintage Makeovers.
Hopefully it won't rain:))

Black Bird

A trip to Den Bosch

Recently, after a Saturday lunch, we felt very adventurous and decided to go for a trip to Den Bosch
which is the capital of the province of North-Brabant where we have been living for almost two years now. We rarely leave our Breda; everyone seems to be travelling all the time, so I guess someone must stay home. Den Bosch means "The Forest" and is the hometown of the famous north Renaissance painter Hieronymus Bosch. Zoran took loads of pictures while I was staring into space
waiting for him to finish. The highlight of the trip was a final stop at a proper  pub with locals close to the Cathedral which was a treat after all the trendy places we had seen in town.

A Vintage Triumph Bra

I am a huge fan of Triumph bras. I owe a couple of Doreens which are a masterpiece of engineering and look still the same as in in the sixties when they were first made. I recently bought their Magic Boost bra and I am equally impressed. So when I found this vintage one in a thrift shop I was delighted and decided to keep it on display on a cute old wooden hanger in my boudoir:))